Rain

I longed for longing as the months passed by

for I have been rather uninterested

blanketed by a weight that is for the most part inert.

Hunger is quite a prodding visitor

two bowls of soup with a helping of rice,

enough to take my mind off certain things

a Being engulfed in apathy

to whom passion is but a memory,

finds the self staring back in unwavering query:

When shall the cycle end?

last thoughts as I prepare myself to sleep.

tomorrow I will wake up when the sun is high

and perhaps have the courage to finally answer